brian roy skyers

Claiming My Rights - Poem by brian roy skyers

Rich pickings everywhere
Easy victims, because he doesn't care
A miniscule figure, forever ridiculed
Padded heals just wont do
That great leveller, available to all, now he can stand in any ones shoe
Cold steal, brilliantly engineered, multiple bullets
Confidence boosted, he chooses a victim
He doesn't wait for a response, he shoots him
The law does what it can
Every dog, female officer and policeman
This crime wave they've got to stem
They consolidate their efforts, there are so few of them
Running with hand full of loot
he thinks maybe he didn't have to shoot
running for freedom he ignores a warning
this wouldbe outlaw, his plans gone awry
shots ring out, he knows he will die
community spirit is all the city demands
now his gun's being removed from his cold dead hands.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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